The stars were dying. One by one, they flickered and dimmed, leaving patches of darkness in the vast sky. Entire constellations that had guided travelers for millennia were vanishing, and with them, the balance of the universe.

And somehow, inexplicably, you and Sebastian had been chosen to fix it.

He appeared before you on the edge of a cliff, bathed in the soft silver glow of the first failing stars. His expression was serious, almost uncharacteristically solemn, but there was a spark in his eyes—curiosity, determination, a thrill for the impossible.

“Ready?” he asked, voice steady.

You swallowed, staring at the celestial ship hovering above the cliffs, its hull shimmering like liquid starlight. “I… think so,” you replied, heart pounding.

The ship accepted you both instantly, lights pulsing as if recognizing your presence. Inside, the cabin was impossibly vast, stars swirling within a glass dome, and controls that responded not to touch, but to thought. Sebastian’s hand brushed yours as you sat side by side at the helm, and the warmth of his touch grounded you amid the cosmic infinity surrounding you.

“Keep your focus,” he said, eyes scanning the stars ahead. “Each one has a song. You just have to listen.”